One of my Facebook friends is letting go of 50 percent of his Facebook time in 2015, and I think I might follow suit. How many relationships, interesting conversations, and business opportunities have you missed because you were glued to your screen?

Messages about self-care and the importance of recovery aren't always sent as strongly as messages about achievement and success, and that has implications for how women eventually work, live, and parent.

New Year's Day is almost here. The day we're supposed to make resolutions that will help us spend next year becoming better versions of who we were this year. But, honestly, I'm still exhausted from spending all of 2014 trying to top the 2013 me.

The dog is barking. Someone is knocking at the door. The phone is ringing. And the smoke alarm is going off from my attempt at cooking. You read about these people and watch them in a movie, but no, that's us. We're those people.

"Mom, have you ever felt not beautiful?"
A million thoughts cross my mind in the time I take to turn my chair to face her. What's the appropriate answer to this? Why is she asking me this? Did someone tell her she is not beautiful?

What is peculiar about an Image of Perfection is that it is nothing but a concept. From one point of view, it can be a vision that can inspire us to excel and accomplish great things. From a darker point of view, that same concept can be used as a club by the ego to emotionally beat us down into fear, doubt and self-sabotaging behavior.

There is so much competition to be "the best." Where did all of this competition come from? I just have to be honest and say I'm never going to be the World's Best Parent. I've got some bad news for you too...it's probably not going to be you, either.

Illusions of what a holiday should look like, how clean our house should be, the clothes our children should wear, the schools they should attend, the raise we should get at work, and how we think our boss should treat us all cause strife. Stress arises when our thoughts fight what is.

I have spent the past three years saying NO to my boyfriend, then fiancé and now husband's "Can we please get a dog?" I said it so many times that I just stopped saying it and created a look that communicated the same message. It was not a pleasant look.

I step out in front of the full-length mirror and lather my entire body in cocoa butter lotion, staring at the unrecognizable shape in front of me. I find three small stretch marks underneath my belly button and feel guilty for even noticing.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. I stood at the foot of their bed when my dad interrupted me, "Are you getting a little chunky there?" He pointed to my stomach. I looked down sheepishly and said, "No, I am just standing funny." I wondered what he meant. I was only eight years old.

I don't know about you (although I could make a guess), but I have super powers -- an innate ability, a real knack for the "miserable." I have the power to be in a bliss state, and in a New York minute, I can and do turn supreme happiness on its ear.

Truth be told, we're exhausted. While it's easy to discuss how busy we are at work, the vacations taken over the summer, and which sports the kids are participating in this fall, it's not easy to talk about the stress, anxiety and guilt that surrounds our everyday existence as women.

Are you putting off launching your online program, writing your book, getting your website ready or doing your sales copy? Over the past few years, I've talked to hundreds of people who shared similar scenarios.

"This might sound weird, but I'm so proud of you and everything you're doing," he said. And in that moment, when I let myself stop feeling unkempt and behind schedule and not successful enough and sleep deprived and mediocre -- I was pretty proud of me, too.

Life can be the journey you want it to be, and it's ok to realize that the path you believed was your destiny isn't. In the moment, it's hard to comprehend, but when we work on ourselves, all we can do is put our faith in fate and believe that one day, "the one" is.

In many predictable ways having a second child has changed my mothering -- for example, increasing my forgetfulness while simultaneously decreasing my reservoir of patience. My second child has just reached his first birthday and with that celebratory occasion came a mountain of realizations for me about the differences between baby number one and baby number two.

I am a cynical cliché of a man. And, like most misanthropes, what has fueled my pessimism -- ironically -- is my optimism. When you go through life expecting intelligence, honesty and fairness, but you get the Tea Party, McSalads, and Prop 8... you tend to become a bitter grump.